The following poem is written for the mourning of the Assassination of President Abraham Lincoln. Read it and answer the questions.
O Captain! My CaptainO Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red!Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! Rise up and hear the bells;Rise up —for you the flag is flung —for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths-for you the shores crowding,For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here, Captain! Dear father!This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deckYou’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;Exult, O shores! And ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead. Questions:
A. The writer of this famous poem is one of the most influential poets at the age of romanticism. Can you give out his name and present his contribution in literature briefly?
B. Can you enlist at least two major figures of speech used in this poem and illustrate their functions respectively?